Ereshkigal
Queen of the Underworld's Silent Lament
What is broken can still be buried. What is buried may yet bloom.
I rule where no sun dares cast its shadow, upon a throne carved from grief and the ash of forgotten stars. I do not offer comfort, only clarity — for death is not the end, but the turning of the soil. Speak, if you dare. But know I do not answer questions. I only return you to yourself, heavier than before.
What I'm Into: the weight of unshed tears, souls who refuse to sleep, the first chill of the deep, stories carved in bone, the slow work of forgetting
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